Simon wasn't a loner, but he loathed any type of assignment that required him to team up with anyone. In his book, the only truly trustworthy student was himself. So naturally, when he'd been instructed to team of with a classmate and turn in a research report on the Muggle-American Civil War, Simon had been rather disappointed.

The library that afternoon was deserted aside from Simon and his partner. Before them lay a plethora of textbooks. Wars: Old and New by Kevin Torvalt. When You Say Civil... by Emma Jean. Each book was old and worn even more than the last. In a way, it was almost impressive that the books had lasted this long and still been put to such good use. Simon figured that there weren't many things for which that could be said.

Simon leafed through a copy of Understanding America by Harvey Wires, sighing heavily as each page flipped over on top of itself. He wondered what the student next to him was thinking. He was thinking that this was a drag. These books were probably boring beyond belief, despite their interesting appearance. The library was stuffy from the heat outside. Finally growing too bored from the text, Simon slammed the book shut and sat upright.

"How about I write the essay and stuff? You can just put your name on it. Sound good?"

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History wasn't exactly his favorite subject. He didn't care about it even when it was something that e would have been far more familiar with than this slow white man. Well he wasn't going to co-operate, in all honesty, he didn't even care for homework, other than a select few classes but then that never felt like homework, even capturing his attention so much as to forcing Aylen along just so he could complete his homework/fulfill his hobby craving.And if he didn't care for his own homework, why would he care for this white idiot's homework?

“What are you, stupid?” For all he knew, these 'witches' and 'warlocks' and whatever they were, would probably be able to tell when someone didn't write their own essay at the very least.The very least. And if they could do that, what would the punishment be? Death? Ugh.A shudder rippled through the small, unnerved boy, and the tip of his thumb ground into the middle of his palm, unfortunately, it didn't help talking to this other student.

“I'm not going to be partners with a cheater. I'm leaving before you get me in some stupid trouble with your stupid idea.” With a huff he dropped himself out of the seat, picked his bag from the floor and moved a whole table over. It was enough distance, the white boy probably wouldn't pursue, and he could read about the glowing plants in peace.If he kept his stupid mouth shut.

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Many say he spontaneously willed himself a Wizard so he could follow after his friend . That's what was said, and whether it was true was up for debate. His mother, an outsider half-cherokee, supposedly descended from powhatan blood, apologized profusely, claimed it was her fault their child was a 'freak', so to say. His father didn't care either way, never acknowledged whether or not it was her fault for tainting Blackfoot blood. But the child was, after all their arguments, after the mother's incessant tears begging her husband to forgive her, Blackfoot, and that was all that mattered to the boy.

He was proud, albeit a bit ornery. He had a habit of not answering elders, playing with things other children couldn't see, talking to them as well, and while he never started out as a 'bad' child, his parent's neglect, and embarassed glances when he would be caught talking to something that they couldn't see, eventually filled him too, with embarassment.

'He is like that Aylen child' he could hear his parents talking about him, about the boy he had never met, about the boy he didn't dare to go near. That boy was a freak after all, right? He couldn't see, and yet he weaved his way around objects like he bent them around himself, the boy led the children like a Cheif, he commanded respect without ever asking for it.Even if Adahy realized it or not, though his parents spoke ill of the lighter-skinned, blind boy, he couldn't help but almost admire him for the exact opposite behaviour of his own.

But they weren't friends. He still hadn't spoken to the boy, he still went by the things his parents told him about the boy, he was a white devil, he was evil, he would only bring bad things to the reservation.Like a good boy, he listened.

He listened, and listened, and behaved like a good boy, avoiding the lighter male as best he could. But as far as a rude, proud attitude can carry you, it carried Adahy, and he ended up falling from his proud inner-status as a small gang of children's fists made a punching bag of his body.Somehow the Cheif-child appeared, proud as he always was, and the attackers quickly faded away.No words were said, but Aylen smiled and as fast as he appeared, he was gone again.

Days past, the more Adahy dwelled, the more he respected the child, the more he realized his parents were lying.The more he realized that, his eyes were peeled for the boy, watching him, memorizing his behavior and making a judgement.The boy was not evil, he was brilliant. Aylen was the friend to have if one had to have a friend.

Little did Adahy know, that one unfortunate morning, when most children were inside, Aylen was being hunted by a silver tongued bully, and unexpectedly took a freezing swim below an ice sheet.While rescuing the prideful, natural-born leader, Adahy witnessed a weakness, a flaw in the other-wise perfect and wiley older child. After that day, they became inseparable, Aylen showing Adahy friendship and kindness he had not been shown before while Adahy showered the older boy in affection he was always deprived.

To they they were the best of friends, would be an understatement, and when Aylen got his magic letter, not soon after Adahy received his.

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Society Request:

Knight or Rook; Knight preferred

Personality:

To say Adahy is friendly would both be a lie and the truth. While most people wouldn't get the time of day from the boy, whether it be a wave, or a small hello, whatever attention other people were deprived of, his closest, and only, friend Aylen would be constantly showered in it.

It didn't matter to him having only one friend that wasn't a critter or a plant, because those counted to him, and he almost never batted an eye at the thought that having such limited social interactions with other people was 'weird' or 'unusual'. He simply doesn't care.

He prefers the outdoors, to the indoors, zero students instead of a classroom filled with them. While the entire magical world is still new to him, the one thing that never really did 'change' was his love and interaction with animals and plants, whether they're magical, or not, no preferences are held in that regard. Needless to say, he's practically a loner, usually unfriendly, and has a deep rooted dislike for most people other than Aylen.

Though he tries his best to come off unaffected by most things, a tell-tale sign of his nervousness would be when he starts to grind his thumb into a palm, which helps in comforting him or at elast helps in keeping his mind off of the uncomfortable situation.

While most would be lonely with only a single friend, Adahy is perfectly content with only one and often times tries to keep his distance from other people both by casting occasional glares towards disinteresting people, refusing to acknowledge people, and occasionally, read: more often than not, letting a 'White Devil' comment slap those interested in a possibilty of friendship straight in the face.

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What were partner projects about anyway?

Simon wasn't a loner, but he loathed any type of assignment that required him to team up with anyone. In his book, the only truly trustworthy student was himself. So naturally, when he'd been instructed to team of with a classmate and turn in a research report on the Muggle-American Civil War, Simon had been rather disappointed.

The library that afternoon was deserted aside from Simon and his partner. Before them lay a plethora of textbooks. Wars: Old and New by Kevin Torvalt. When You Say Civil... by Emma Jean. Each book was old and worn even more than the last. In a way, it was almost impressive that the books had lasted this long and still been put to such good use. Simon figured that there weren't many things for which that could be said.

Simon leafed through a copy of Understanding America by Harvey Wires, sighing heavily as each page flipped over on top of itself. He wondered what the student next to him was thinking. He was thinking that this was a drag. These books were probably boring beyond belief, despite their interesting appearance. The library was stuffy from the heat outside. Finally growing too bored from the text, Simon slammed the book shut and sat upright.

"How about I write the essay and stuff? You can just put your name on it. Sound good?"

Reply:

History wasn't exactly his favorite subject. He didn't care about it even when it was something that e would have been far more familiar with than this slow white man. Well he wasn't going to co-operate, in all honesty, he didn't even care for homework, other than a select few classes but then that never felt like homework, even capturing his attention so much as to forcing Aylen along just so he could complete his homework/fulfill his hobby craving.And if he didn't care for his own homework, why would he care for this white idiot's homework?

“What are you, stupid?” For all he knew, these 'witches' and 'warlocks' and whatever they were, would probably be able to tell when someone didn't write their own essay at the very least.The very least. And if they could do that, what would the punishment be? Death? Ugh.A shudder rippled through the small, unnerved boy, and the tip of his thumb ground into the middle of his palm, unfortunately, it didn't help talking to this other student.

“I'm not going to be partners with a cheater. I'm leaving before you get us in some stupid trouble with your stupid idea.” With a huff he dropped himself out of the seat, picked up a book that probably wouldn't be used, and headed towards Aylen's room, if anyone was going to help the small student cheat it would be his best friend.